[subtitle]A new novice searches for conversation and distraction/subtitle]
Seryna departs her first lesson in a tangle of emotions. It was exhilarating to finally be in the Tower after expecting it for so long. Yet now, the beautiful sensation of saidar was frightening. She had never realized the danger of drawing too much Power before arriving at the Tower. The teenager was slightly cross that someone had not said something earlier. Her mother's concerns had all made the rules about not channeling about accidents and dangers that could be avoided by not drawing the Power. Had her mother known how good it felt to Embrace the source - and the danger of it? Why wouldn't she disclose it to her daughter? Had her mother told her things that were untrue? With so many conflicting thoughts, she did not want to be alone. She completed her daily chores and walked the halls of the Tower.
She thought about visiting the room of her cousin. Yet her cousin had been taught everything Seryna had been taught at Dreana's knee. She would not know any different, except if she had spoken to different women and men experienced in the Power. She waffled for a minute. No. Seryna was unclear on how she felt about her mother and seeking Cara was to assuage Seryna's own confusion. It would do nothing for Cara. She continued to walk, realizing that she was nearing the channeling yard. She hesitated, knowing that she was not ready to enter. Her mind was jumbled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She turned away, glancing around the Tower. Where were the other novices and - what were the men learning the Power called? Seryna ought to learn from one of them, lest she unintentionally insult someone.
Seryna has dark brown hair, nearly black. It is long, descending in loose waves to mid back. Today it is styled in a Dutch braid and tied with deep grey ribbon. Her eyes are warm chocolate brown. Her skin is fair and light, speckled with brown freckles from brief exposure to the sun. The freckles are predominantly on her shoulders and arms with small smattering on her collarbone. The sixteen-year-old stands at 5'8'' and is of average feminine form. She is pretty, but is no great beauty. She wears no make - up and wears a single pouch on a grey ribbon tied close in her belt pouch. The pouch is stitched in purple, green and yellow flowers on sturdy beige linen. Seryna worked to keep her expression calm but not stiff.
Seryna departs her first lesson in a tangle of emotions. It was exhilarating to finally be in the Tower after expecting it for so long. Yet now, the beautiful sensation of saidar was frightening. She had never realized the danger of drawing too much Power before arriving at the Tower. The teenager was slightly cross that someone had not said something earlier. Her mother's concerns had all made the rules about not channeling about accidents and dangers that could be avoided by not drawing the Power. Had her mother known how good it felt to Embrace the source - and the danger of it? Why wouldn't she disclose it to her daughter? Had her mother told her things that were untrue? With so many conflicting thoughts, she did not want to be alone. She completed her daily chores and walked the halls of the Tower.
She thought about visiting the room of her cousin. Yet her cousin had been taught everything Seryna had been taught at Dreana's knee. She would not know any different, except if she had spoken to different women and men experienced in the Power. She waffled for a minute. No. Seryna was unclear on how she felt about her mother and seeking Cara was to assuage Seryna's own confusion. It would do nothing for Cara. She continued to walk, realizing that she was nearing the channeling yard. She hesitated, knowing that she was not ready to enter. Her mind was jumbled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She turned away, glancing around the Tower. Where were the other novices and - what were the men learning the Power called? Seryna ought to learn from one of them, lest she unintentionally insult someone.
Seryna has dark brown hair, nearly black. It is long, descending in loose waves to mid back. Today it is styled in a Dutch braid and tied with deep grey ribbon. Her eyes are warm chocolate brown. Her skin is fair and light, speckled with brown freckles from brief exposure to the sun. The freckles are predominantly on her shoulders and arms with small smattering on her collarbone. The sixteen-year-old stands at 5'8'' and is of average feminine form. She is pretty, but is no great beauty. She wears no make - up and wears a single pouch on a grey ribbon tied close in her belt pouch. The pouch is stitched in purple, green and yellow flowers on sturdy beige linen. Seryna worked to keep her expression calm but not stiff.